He listened as he did his work, casting an eye back over his shoulder at the princess. He knew the process of cleaning wild game intimately enough by this point that he could almost do it with his eyes closed.
Almost.

"Daisy," he repeated. "Do you get to see her often? Zelda often complains that politics tie her up too severely to allow her much travel. Let alone friendly visits." He frowned slightly. "Well, complains when I see her. Which isn't often." He nodded at the mention of yet another hero trying and failing to save Peach. He couldn't help but feel as if he was doing a little better in his own world.
Were they searching for her in their own way? He wondered it all of a sudden. And was there a chance that his own princess, Zelda, might be missing from his lands?
The thought filled him with dread as well as a sense of shame. Could he really claim to be any better than the heroes in Peach's world if Zelda was taken?

There wasn't any sense in thinking about it now. Link put it from his mind.

He had been listening, nodding his head and making the appropriate noises, until something broke through his thoughts. She would notice his back suddenly straightening, stiffening, his posture seizing.
Friend.
"I..."

The word filled him with a complex set of emotions that swelled from his chest and caught in his throat. He cleared it but didn't quite manage to feel normal again.
"I... what was the question?"